[Intro]
It's not the way to do it!
[gunshots]
Shut up b****!
Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
This is serious business.
Come by boy!
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the b****** walked by and my d*** popped out
Rankin' on the b****** hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this d***, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't f*** with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
Me and my n****, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And b****** clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
m***********' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-a** lames
You can't f*** with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, m***********, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't f*** with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
It's not the way to do it!
[gunshots]
Shut up b****!
Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
This is serious business.
Come by boy!
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the b****** walked by and my d*** popped out
Rankin' on the b****** hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this d***, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't f*** with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
Me and my n****, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And b****** clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
m***********' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-a** lames
You can't f*** with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, m***********, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't f*** with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!